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God's Majesty and Sovereignty.
1 THE Lord Jehovah reigns ;
His throne is built on high ;
With beams so bright,
Can bear the sight. .
2 The thunders of his hand
Keep the wide world in awe ;
Resolves to bless,
And seals the grace.
3 And can this mighty King
Of glory condescend ?
I love his word ;
TATE & BRADY. The Majesty and Condcscension of God. Ps. 8. 1 () THOU to whom all creatures bow,
Within this earthly frame, Through all the world how great art thou !
How glorious is thy name! 2 When heaven, thy beauteous work on high,
Employs my wondering sight;
With stars of feebler light;-
To keep him in thy mind ?
To them so wondrous kind ?
4 Him next in power thou didst create
To thy celestial train, Ordained, with dignity and state,
O’er all thy works to reign. 5 They jointly own his powerful sway –
The beasts that prey or graze ; The bird that wings its airy way;
The fish that cuts the seas.
6 O thou, to whom all creatures bow
Within this earthly frame, Through all the world how great art thou ! How glorious is thy name !
STERNHOLD. The Majesty of God. Ps. 18. 1 THE Lord descended from above,
And bowed the heavens high;
The darkness of the sky. 2 On cherub and on cherubim
Full royally he rode;
Came flying all abroad.
His hid and secret place;
Environed he was.
Their fury to restrain ;
Forevermore shall reign
Watts. The Greatness of God. Ps. 145. 1 GREAT is the Lord, his power unknown,
And let his praise be great ;
Thy works of grace repeat.
And, while my lips rejoice, The men that hear
sacred Shall join their cheerful voice.
3 Fathers to sons shall teach thy name,
And children learn thy ways; Ages to come thy truth proclaim,
And nations sound thy praise. 4 Thy glorious deeds of ancient date
Shall through the world be known, Thine arm of power, thy heavenly state,
With public splendor shown. 5 The world is managed by thy hands;
Thy saints are ruled by love; And thine eternal kingdom stands,
Though rocks and hills remove.
H. K. WHITE. God's Power over his Works. 1 THE Lord our God is full of might ;
The winds obey his will ;
The rolling sun stands still.
With threatening aspect roar; The Lord uplifts his awful hand,
And chains you to the shore. 3 Howl, winds of night; your force combine;
Without his high behest,
Disturb the sparrow's nest.
Ye monarchs, wait his nod; And bid the choral
ascend To celebrate our God.
How high thy wonders rise!
By thousand through the skies.
Their motions speak thy skill;
We read thy patience still.
On all thy creatures writ;
Or impress of thy feet.
The boundless grandeur of our God, Who treads the worlds beneath his feet,
And sways the nations with his nod! 2 He speaks, and, lo, all nature shakes,
Heaven's everlasting pillars bow;
And shoots his fiery arrows through. 3 Let noise and flame confound the skies,
And drown the spacious realms below, Yet will we sing the Thunderer's praise,
And send our loud hosannas through.